Okay…I wasn’t planning on doing a second post today…but I made the (good?) mistake of checking out the FFF prompt (compliments of Thomas at Three Spelling Mistakes). It guess it isn’t really a story, but this is what came out in response to the photo and the 200 word limit (required word “borrowed” and forbidden word “forever”).
You kiss my stinging lips, sore from stretching around your cock…the kind of kiss that says, “I will be here, watching — you are mine…always.” The kind of kiss that says, “Say nothing.”
I feel a second set of unsatiated hands in my hair, gripping with want. A searching tongue slips between my lips, exploring and preparing for conquest. I can feel the vibration of his need, an inability to contain what is within. Unlike you, he does not know what will become of him. There is a hidden vulnerability. And I crave it between my teeth like a cat does a mouse.